I had this grand plan today to make you a nice long post about my hand-dyeing adventures, but it was not to be.
At 8:45 I left the house for a job interview in Owings Mills, about half an hour from our apartment. Actually, it was two interviews – the temp agency liked my resume & phone manner so much that they went ahead and set up an interview with the company for right after my interview with them (the temps).
My interview with the enthusiastic temp dude (they’re always so enthusiastic; I love that, but sometimes they make me feel introverted) was a breeze, though to be honest I hadn’t quite woken up after 1.5 martinis and 6 hours of sleep. Then I killed a little time at the mall, discovering in the process that I’d left my wallet at home. Not a big deal, just meant I couldn’t get coffee.
Then, when I showed up at the company building at 11, the security guard at the front told me quite frankly that they wouldn’t let me upstairs without an ID. I didn’t even have a library card on me. Surely it couldn’t be that big a deal, I thought, but he called upstairs, then sent me away.
I was a little dumbstruck. I called poor Frank at the temp agency, who I think may have busted his butt to get me this interview. His enthusiasm only showed the tiniest signs of weakening as he asked, “Do you usually travel without your drivers’ license?” But he accepted my apologies and promptly arranged for me to interview a bit later.
So I drove home, trying not to speed, failing, then crossing myself when I saw two cop cars behind me on 29 and managed to change lanes and slow down in time. Just get it done; don’t make things worse, I said to myself. Got home, got to the interview; it went fine; not too nerve wracking. In fact, it probably helped me wake up a little more to have to go through that hassle, and an extra hour of driving.
Feeling pretty good, I walked out to the parking lot….
And I had locked my keys in my car.
So, ladies & gents, I spent my day sitting by a tree in Owings Mills, reading a Star Trek book out of the bargain bin at Borders, knitting on a sock. Thus, the day was not a waste, and I did not cry or yell at anybody. Days like this convince me that knitting really does make me a pleasanter person. It could have been far worse – I was parked in a one-hour parking space. But I left a big note on my car, which pleaded:
DO NOT TOW ME
MY KEYS ARE LOCKED INSIDE
AND MY HUSBAND IS COMING
TO RESCUE ME AT 6:00 P.M.
p.s. i’ve had a really bad day already
It gave me a teary little laugh when I returned at my car at the end of the day, and I found scrawled on my note: